Night Raven Master

Chapter 234 Sorry, I Can't Continue Acting

Yate looked at the people in front of him rather speechlessly.

The man with a short stature and a thin body looks very kind with a smile, but compared to the previous York and the old man on the side, his acting skills are much worse. Compared with the others, he doesn't have much killing intent, and his banter and greed are stronger .

The short man had no idea that the young man in front of him had read the script from the perspective of God. There was a hint of mischief and treachery in his eyes, and he pretended to be quite friendly, and he wanted to hug Art's shoulder from time to time:

"I'm still worrying that I can't sell the materials I've hunted and collected recently. I didn't expect York to bring you Angus back. It's great. I have more than 20 furs of velvet deer and a brown bear here. The fur is complete~”

"Let's talk about it after everyone else comes over."

"Okay, uncle."

"Give."

The old man Truno, who was sitting by the stove, filled some simple wooden bowls with several bowls of hot soup and passed them to several people.

There was also an extra bowl in Art's hand. He looked at the mushrooms and other dried products floating on it, as well as half a piece of animal meat, and turned his gaze to the old man.

"Drink it, it will save you a little trouble after drinking it."

The feedback from the Eye of the Raven allowed Art to see the other party's thoughts.

It has some ingredients in it.

The pot of thick soup was prepared before he came, and Art didn't see the process of making it, but he saw the old man's action of adding ingredients——

The material is in the bowl, and given his position, he can't see it, but there are several pairs of eyes on the roof.

But this kind of thing has no effect on the phantom of the night.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Art's gaze, and the old man Truno gave a shudder in his heart. He didn't expect this young man to be quite cautious, but he was already prepared.

He acted as if he didn't notice Art's gaze, blew the white steam from the thick soup, drank half a bowl, scooped up a few pieces of mushrooms inside with a wooden spoon, and put them into his mouth.

And several other people, who are also very familiar with Truno's technique, started eating one after another, talking and laughing about where suspected rare monsters appeared.

"Angus, what's the matter?" The short man sneered when he saw that Art's hesitation disappeared.

"It's winter now, and we have to save some ingredients. The fur can be sold to you, but the meat is not good, and Uncle Truno is really generous this time. He was not willing to give away the meat to the guests who came last time. Take it out, this is the meat of a high-level monster, we hunted collectively last time, we ate all of it, only he still has some, I didn't expect to take it out today."

His eyes flashed, a smile appeared on his face, and he lied casually, saying that the meat of ordinary beasts was the meat of high-ranking monsters. Not only that, but he also started to make plays for old man Truno:

"I see, Angus, you look a bit like Uncle Truno's son."

Suddenly, he patted his thigh.

Others also came a few words in cooperation:

"Have it?"

"The eyes look a bit like that, don't they?"

"The nose is also similar."

After Truno cursed secretly in his heart, in order not to be exaggerated, he still kept a straight face, but there was also a little "kindness" in his eyes.

Anyway, it's all kinds of hints that this meat is precious, and then Truno is very friendly to him or something.

It's a pity that this group of people don't want to be actors. Although they don't look very good, their acting skills are much better than those little fresh meats.

"Yes, is it? Thank you, uncle!"

Art cooperated with a surprised expression, and then expressed his thanks.

When the crows in the shadows searched this small village consisting of more than a dozen hunter huts, and turned each hunter into a spirit body in the ghost ball, he was bored to accompany these people.

The six of them were completely unaware that their companions were disappearing one by one, and they thought they were excellent and chatted and laughed with Art.

At their gracious invitation, Art drank several bowls of thick soup made of "meat from high-ranking monsters"—

In fact, these bowls of thick soup were drunk by a shadow crow lord for him.

This shadow crow lord is a shadow lord who has just been promoted to lv10 from a high-ranking shadow crow.

It prefers meat to other shadow-eating crows.

A crow foodie?

However, it was obvious that this food was not delicious, and the Lord Shadowcrow also commented that it was "really unpalatable".

Then it made a request to eat these people.

"No problem, after taking out their souls, they will be given to you as food."

Although he doesn't eat people, he doesn't have any psychological burden to feed the crows with human corpses as food.

Not the first time.

"By the way, Angus, I heard that you are still a bard, can you play for us?"

The short man said while drinking the thick soup with no additions and eating the animal meat in it.

While talking, he was secretly winking with the old man Truno.

It's been so long, why hasn't this kid fallen down yet?

He showed some fatigue and drowsiness, but he didn't intend to fall down. He was groggy, but he still had the ability to continue to move. He didn't fall down quickly like the previous prey. This state has continued For a long time.

"OK--"

Art's eyelids were clenched, and he agreed a little "tired".

And his hand, under the intentionally lifted robe, brushed the belt formed by shadows, and a pitch-black violin appeared in his hand.

"Where is my bow?"

Art was very involved, brushing his palms over the shadowed belt and pulling out various things from it.

Although they are all black or black-gray, which makes them a little strange, but they are more greedy.

Their eyes, when Art lowered his head to look for the bow, were fixed on the black belt like nails.

"What a big fat sheep! York did a great job this time! Very good!"

A hint of greed flashed in the eyes of the short man, and there was a touch of contempt in his expression that he thought outsiders could not see. He looked at Art as if he was playing a game.

Storage props!Sure enough, there are good things!
"Not bad, not bad, killing this fat sheep this time, compared to the previous three times, no, the combined harvest of the first five times is more!"

He thought with some excitement.

"It finally took effect. Although it was a bit slower, it still took effect."

Because the drug took effect a bit late, Truno, as the producer, was still a little worried, but now it seems——

"Does this kid have any props?"

The potion took effect so late, it must be because of the props on the opponent.

However, it was useless in the end!

Truno looked at Ater, whose movements became more and more stiff and sluggish, and was almost asleep. The pretended kindness disappeared completely, leaving only contempt. He looked at Ater, who he thought had become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The other hunters who were talking and laughing half a minute ago looked at Yate, and the grin on the corners of their mouths grew stronger and stronger.

They no longer hide it.

At this time, in their opinion, Yate was completely unable to resist.

The short man looked at the "storage props" on Yate's waist, and then drew out a hunting knife with a brighter smile.

York brought back such a fat sheep, so there is no need to target him so much these days.

However, what was distributed this time cannot be distributed more to York.

The short man gestured the hunting knife at several vital points including Yate's neck, and was about to slaughter the fat sheep.

However, at this time, Truno felt something was wrong, York still didn't come, not only York didn't come, but neither did the other hunters.

Confused, Truno sent a hunter to find York.

Looking at the "storage props" on Art's waist, and then at Truno's wrinkled face, although he was a bit reluctant, the hunter still had to nod in agreement.

As the door closed with a bang, inside the hunter's hut, only the light of the fire was left.

"Hurry up and take away his storage items."

The short man thought, and then he stabbed hard at Art's neck.

Under everyone's gaze, the hunting knife pierced through "Angus"'s neck without hindrance.

However, what surprised everyone was that no blood flowed from the neck pierced by the hunting knife.

The flesh-colored skin slowly turned black-gray.

No matter how stupid you are, you will realize that something is wrong.

"Sorry, everyone, I really can't go on acting."

At the same time as he heard the voice, the short man only felt a pain in his hand, and then "Angus" stood up.

The off-white robe and other colored places have all turned black and gray.

Phantom Art touched his neck, and pulled out the hunting knife that pierced through his neck. Such a thing did not substantially harm him to Phantom of the Night:

"Then, after playing with you for so long, you should pay some rewards, right? As an equivalent exchange, I want your souls."

When he saw Angus "resurrected from the dead", he realized that the old man Truno had already rushed to the door and was about to run away.

Yate, who was smiling, naturally noticed this, and the eyes of the shadow crow spirit beads hiding in his body flashed, and thick shadows quickly enveloped the entire hunter's cabin.

The door was also sealed by the shadows, and Truno couldn't open it even with all his strength.

"This place still looks very good, I requisitioned."

The dark Yate, with shadows on his body, his skin turned flesh-colored again, looking around, he said casually, as if he was picking a house in a sales office.

"Go to hell!"

Truno and the short man, who had realized that they couldn't escape, jumped up before he finished speaking, and the other two followed, and rushed towards Art with a fierce look on their faces.

Their incomparably decisive reaction shortened the distance quickly, and Art just raised his arm——

"Useless struggle."

With a wave of his hand, a shadow rolled up from the ground, and the four people who drew out their weapons and spare weapons, as if hit by a heavy hammer, were blasted out with a bang, and hit the dark wall heavily , spurting out blood.

(End of this chapter)